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I'm a dork, but I love Theory class this semester. I don't know how one can not, with Brandt teaching. I look forward to the lectures, and the homework, though time-consuming, is actually interesting to me (note that this does not prevent my procrastinating it until the night before). I love all the pieces we're analyzing so far, and even if that doesn't continue to be true, I bet it'll still be fun just because I like to understand how things are put together.
Ling this afternoon was surprisingly comprehensible to me. I had a few lapses of concentration during the discussion because I'd spent the hour before rereading the assignment and falling asleep, but that class is mental floss for me. I don't usually enjoy jumping into the deep end on a subject of which I don't have at least a basic mastery, but trying to find points to argue or defend is good exercise for my oft-neglected intellectual capacity. It's good for me. I don't want to be just a dumb singer. I hate that, and I feel like I've been slipping more and more in that direction as a voice major, despite distributions. I need a second concentration to maintain my actual self, let alone my self-respect.
I called Alan back after Ling (he called during rehearsal last night and there was a lot to catch up on). Once again, friends make better psychiatrists than strangers. For the record also, despite the fact that his is one of the voices I could listen to for days without trying to comprehend, I'm always very careful to pay attention to what he's saying when he calls. Maybe it's because it's a phone. Nah, I listened to him when we talked in person, too :)
At the end of the call I had to crash. I can get interrupted sleep patterns and function, but then I have to finish what I interrupted, and though late-night Chapultepec was entirely what I needed last night, it required a nap this afternoon. There was no Debussy, but lots of Rachmaninoff. Which is entirely fine with me.
We're getting so close. Music, acting, props; it's all coming together. Except we didn't do any dancing tonight, which is what I'm worried about for myself. There was a long stretch there during the second half of Scene 1.9 when I could have gone and asked Jenny to reteach me the dances I don't know well, but I hate missing an opportunity to watch the fabulous dysfunction of our stage family from the outside.
A bunch of new things came tonight; we have ears, a bald cap and fake blood for Dan. It'll be amazing. And we're making a papier-mache cow's head with a chicken wire frame underneath that actually looks like a cow. It'll be amazing, too. With lots of fake blood. The dead geese and the baby Bat Boy are coming along, and I hear we'll soon have a cage big enough to fit Dan and small enough to fit onstage. Dan's getting a haircut as soon as humanly possible so they can test out the cap and makeup. He decided against shaving his head. He looks pretty scary even with just the teeth on and the ears and cap loosely attached. A publicity guy came by and collected bios and took a few production photos. I can't wait until it's all done.
I think some people went to Mai's, so I stopped by Coffeehouse on the way home to tell Diego, but I must crash again, espcially since work's tomorrow. May it be as quick as it was last week.
Ling this afternoon was surprisingly comprehensible to me. I had a few lapses of concentration during the discussion because I'd spent the hour before rereading the assignment and falling asleep, but that class is mental floss for me. I don't usually enjoy jumping into the deep end on a subject of which I don't have at least a basic mastery, but trying to find points to argue or defend is good exercise for my oft-neglected intellectual capacity. It's good for me. I don't want to be just a dumb singer. I hate that, and I feel like I've been slipping more and more in that direction as a voice major, despite distributions. I need a second concentration to maintain my actual self, let alone my self-respect.
I called Alan back after Ling (he called during rehearsal last night and there was a lot to catch up on). Once again, friends make better psychiatrists than strangers. For the record also, despite the fact that his is one of the voices I could listen to for days without trying to comprehend, I'm always very careful to pay attention to what he's saying when he calls. Maybe it's because it's a phone. Nah, I listened to him when we talked in person, too :)
At the end of the call I had to crash. I can get interrupted sleep patterns and function, but then I have to finish what I interrupted, and though late-night Chapultepec was entirely what I needed last night, it required a nap this afternoon. There was no Debussy, but lots of Rachmaninoff. Which is entirely fine with me.
We're getting so close. Music, acting, props; it's all coming together. Except we didn't do any dancing tonight, which is what I'm worried about for myself. There was a long stretch there during the second half of Scene 1.9 when I could have gone and asked Jenny to reteach me the dances I don't know well, but I hate missing an opportunity to watch the fabulous dysfunction of our stage family from the outside.
A bunch of new things came tonight; we have ears, a bald cap and fake blood for Dan. It'll be amazing. And we're making a papier-mache cow's head with a chicken wire frame underneath that actually looks like a cow. It'll be amazing, too. With lots of fake blood. The dead geese and the baby Bat Boy are coming along, and I hear we'll soon have a cage big enough to fit Dan and small enough to fit onstage. Dan's getting a haircut as soon as humanly possible so they can test out the cap and makeup. He decided against shaving his head. He looks pretty scary even with just the teeth on and the ears and cap loosely attached. A publicity guy came by and collected bios and took a few production photos. I can't wait until it's all done.
I think some people went to Mai's, so I stopped by Coffeehouse on the way home to tell Diego, but I must crash again, espcially since work's tomorrow. May it be as quick as it was last week.
